[Iamsu:] West side four fingers, count to much money for you broke niggas Richie Rich city I ain’t from the bay My money come fast like andale Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Hit the car lot dealer hand me keys Hit the pawn shops saying can you please Broke rappers stayin' home, running outta cheese
[Hook - Iamsu:] Goin up, I got all this money in my pocket and that shit is going up She wanna pull her drawers down but this time is goin up Its goin up, its goin up, its goin up, its goin up Its goin up, its goin up, its goin up
[Iamsu:] Its going up like a staircase, rare bape and the real one No where near fake, real estate Paint a picture, yeah I illustrate Young G getting paper like a dinner plate Like I’m dealin' weight, you a pillow case Bass bang make the building shake Uh got my city on me like I got it tatted Gold chain, bustin' semi automatic My girl booty big you might wanna grab it But if you reach for it you ain’t coming back wit Nada, keep heat like Nevada In the summer Suzzy number one stunner Got gas like an H1 hummer, Turn a good girl to a track runner Niggas don’t wanna, call em, and my check Keep a whole lotta, comas
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[Wiz Khalifa:] And now I don’t give a fuck Some niggas I'm with poppin them mollies I’m rolling up I'm emptying out that bottle and putting gin in my cup You niggas know what time is it, bought the rollie with diamonds I smoke like there ain’t no crime it Just look at the car I’m driving You niggas go keep that talking My homies go get the fire and nigga watch your mouth Flying G 5's when I’m in the clouds Porsche 911 when I’m on the ground See me on the scene all I talks paper Buying all the bottles then I paid the tab later You a fuck nigga can’t get a favor Yeah I’ve been broke, but I never been a hater My broads from the bay, bloods from the bay Ask around I got hell of love in the bay Get money give a fuck what a hater say I’ma bring the kay kay and bombay... Its going up..
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[Iamsu:] Got my ends up now these girls think I'm the man Got some red kicks on that came straight from Japan Got my whole hood with me like I came with the clan Drinking so much liquor you ain’t making no sense To the bay we never do it but I’m thinking we can And my whole click fly, niggas prayin' we land Switch my lingo up, so they can’t understand I got my cirrelo rapped up and two rubber bands
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